Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.